Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14

Monday, February 24, 2014

Rainbow Wood

Over the branches of a fluttering forest,
When winter has bowed her head for good,
A dun meadow is beginning its firsts of blossoms:
Painting the air like a rainbow wood.
Swallows, and robins, and larks go winging,
Bright, happy dots in a fresh sea of green,
Crickets, and and small silent spiders go creeping
Newly emerged to impress on the scene.
Thick, heady scents loaded thickly with pollen;
Deep, languid winds that flow heaving with breath;
A single foam brooklet that jumps through the thicket
And wakens with song all the cubs from their rest.
The dawn is still breaking, the spring still unveiling,
The does still have yet to bring fawns to the world,
But in the soft throes of the shadows and sunlight
The wild, flush roses grow sweet and unfurled.

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I am a poet who seeks to glorify God in all I do. I want to reclaim the beautiful symphony of rhyming poetry and fill you with the peace and purity of Christ's creation. If you enjoyed my blog, please leave a comment---or even better, follow me! My two blogs, www.smileymorning.blogspot.com and www.howfaintthewhisper.blogspot.com are full of my love for creation, poetry, and joy. Check them out! Smiles, August (: